OF MUTED BREATH
May 13, 2021
My ink is dry
I write with my tears
My voice has lost its sound
I cannot sing but sigh.
I cannot sing but sigh
My voice has lost its sound
I write with my tears
My ink is dry.
I see but my eyes see nothing
My ink is dry
I write with my tears
My voice has lost its sound
I cannot sing but sigh.
I cannot sing but sigh
My voice has lost its sound
I write with my tears
My ink is dry.
I see but my eyes see nothing
An author of extemporaneous writings, motivational and inspirational speaker, a reader and researcher.